Soul Pulls

“What in your life is calling you, when all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned…the lists laid aside,
and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest…
what still pulls on your soul? “
– Rumi

I dwell in silence
meetings adjourned
list groceries

Former self faded
sorrowful shadow
definition slipped

I am the wild iris
pushing forward
in darkness, unseen

In contemplation
future doors heavy
snowy the path

If I follow light
I find promise
a verdant valley

I am guided
no destination
only presence

Physical constraints
merely distraction
I am the message

Light, shepherd
dreamer, woman
warrior, goddess

My soul pulls
invites passage
I am ready.

(Written in response to my weekly challenge – opening quotation. After meditating on Rumi’s words the image emerged and later this poem.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

44 thoughts on “Soul Pulls”

  8. no destination
    only presence

    Goodness, your peer contemplatives would agree with you! We can be in motion as is the natural world, but like the natural world it’s what we do and who we are in the now of going anywhere (we don’t know where). I also appreciate your poem addressing distraction, the kind of “constraints” that meetings and offices, even our own bodies, might impose. The call to the forest and the flower and to become the flower is the kind of directive our spirits need.

    The iris is a favorite flower of mine, so my thanks to you for that and to Rumi. The illustration is striking. All elements live together, here.

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